![]() All we did was play! play! and play! till we all got tired or hungry. There were no summer camps, no tuition and no extra curricular classes. ![]() This was how most of our childhood days were spent especially those summers. All kids got their deal and started enjoying their no plastic wrapped, mildly sweetened popsicles. His price for cup ice (ice cream cup or cone) is at the max one rupee. He slowly opens his crate and takes out one by one those popsicle and hands off to the kids. Some are still contemplating over what to pick waiting to see what kajana (treasure) he has. "Give me a rose milk ice", "give me paal (milk) ice", "give me orange ice", the kids asking for their choice of ice cream handing 25 paise to the ice cream man. Hearing the bell and voice of the iceman they run to their respective homes to get coins (yes just coins). ![]() Kids in the streets are playing outdoors not too responsive of that sultry heat. In that scorching heat of April when schools remain closed for summer the iceman is strolling his ice cart and selling the morning made ice creams rather I would say "popsicles". "Paal ice, cup ice, cone ice" - the voice sounded loud and grave.
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